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March 30, 2007 - A poem about Cosmicity

Look at me I’m flying

Just for a moment I was a bird
and you were tiny beneath my wings
for a moment swooping circles high
with you below with wait for me to sing
for a moment I was untethered
and you stared at broken strings
for a moment I swear I soared
over reaches of folk and kings
for a moment, just a moment
riding the joy of winds
you warned I might forget
such things.


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